'Yes, I will go with you,' said Thumbelina, and got on the swallow's back, with her feet on one of his outstretched wings.
The swallow flew down with Thumbelina, and set her upon one of the broad leaves.
'How handsome he is!' whispered Thumbelina to the swallow.
But when he saw Thumbelina, he was delighted, for she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Each brought Thumbelina a present, but the best of all was a beautiful pair of wings which were fastened on to her back, and now she too could fly from flower to flower.
'You shall not be called Thumbelina!' said the spirit of the flower to her; 'that is an ugly name, and you are much too pretty for that.
'Now you are to be a bride, Thumbelina!' said the field-mouse,
Thumbelina gazed after him with the tears standing in her eyes, for she was very fond of the swallow.
She was scarcely half a thumb in height; so they called her Thumbelina. An elegant polished walnut-shell served Thumbelina as a cradle, the blue petals of a violet were her mattress, and a rose-leaf her coverlid.
She was very ugly, clumsy, and clammy; she hopped on to the table where Thumbelina lay asleep under the red rose-leaf.
'This would make a beautiful wife for my son,' said the toad, taking up the walnut-shell, with Thumbelina inside, and hopping with it through the window into the garden.
The leaf farthest away was the largest, and to this the old toad swam with Thumbelina in her walnut-shell.